Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

Amneris was abruptly aware that she was not alone. The presence that filled her senses was a foreign one; not Athalia, not their mother. She turned, standing protectively over the shoulder bone she'd claimed as her own, and peered from the den.

There was a woman. Dark-furred and smeared with brilliant gold markings. Amneris stared. This was her first encounter with a stranger — an adult stranger, no less. She did not know what to do, and so she only stared for several long moments until the silver-eyed woman made the first move.